Lower Class Brats - Pill Box

Taking you out of my pill box. I should report you to the FDA. I thought I would die when you said goodbye, But I ain't been sick all day. You used be my private cure-all, a placebo for My brain. You were fine, but so unkind, I couldn't stand The pain. Taking you out of my pill box. I should report you the FDA. I thought I would die when you said goodbye, But I ain't been sick all day. No, I ain't been sick all day. I never owned a needle. You were all I had. I was strung out, and without a doubt, I might feel so bad. Taking you out of my pill box. I should report you to the FDA. I thought I would die when you said goodbye, But I ain't been sick all day. No, I ain't been sick all day. Yeah. Yeah. Right on. Now I'm taking you out of my pill box. I should report you to the FDA. I thought I would die when you said goodbye, But I ain't been sick all day. No, I ain't ain't been sick all day. I ain't been sick All day. No, I ain't been sick all day. No, I ain't been sick all day.